Noventa - A Star Wars Story

Since they had some haul of loot from the mercs they defeated the other day, there was no reason for the Phoenix to sit on five scatterguns for long... so Fey headed out to see if she could find the same buyer she and Kai had found the last time they came to the Bazaar for a similar purpose before.

You return to the spot you had found before, and sure enough the merchant was there, peddling new oddities and doodads that you kids all go crazy for.

"Ahh, outsider. You've returned. Your blasters sold quickly for me, I made twice the price I paid for you, so I'm always happy to see you again."

"Bonjour, monsieur," the twi'lek smiled. Not at all surprised that business had surged for him after the Imperials arrived on planet. "Good to hear. You might be interested in what I have for you now then, considering the circumstances we are in."

Stepping closer, Fey hefted the bag she carried with her, to reveal 5 Scatter Guns in good working condition.

From his cloak, you could only make out his eyes. His eyes widen at the weapons you brought, following by a loud cackle in delight. "Oooh outsider, you've made me quite happy today. For you, I'd buy them all at a high price."

((Roll me a neogiation check, s'il vous plaît. Average difficulty.))

"I told you we'd bring you good business, monsieur." The twi'lek was warm and friendly as before.


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D8 Negotiation for a hiiiigh price <3 Boost from good business in the past: 3eA+1eF+1eB+2eD 2 successes, 1 advantage, 2 Dark Side


So 2 Successes and 1 Advantage.

The merchant pauses for a minute, doing some internal math. "Hmm...I would give you 1375 for the lot of them..." He pauses. "I'll tell you what. Since you're a repeater, outsider, I'll throw in a extra 200 since I'll be able to throw out a extra 200 to show my appreciation. I want you to keep coming back to me with all of this Imperial gear, outsider."

"I think we both know it is worth more than that, monsieur," the twi'lek said sweetly.

The man mutters for a few moments, looking around and doing some internal math. "Oh fine, I'll throw in another 200, and not a credit more. Swear you outsiders are going to squelch all my profits." There's a slight feint of muttering as he begins to count the agreed upon credits. Sure, he could still make a profit with it, but one could always hope to get a better deal out of it.

"For each gun?" she chuckled.

"Of course for each gun." He smiles. "Unless you're willing to take that for the lot of it. I would be happy to make that deal, outsider." The merchant gives a small laugh at his joke.

"I'm sure you would," she laughed softly. "For each gun then. Deal."